If you knew the landing were made of swords,
Would you jump?
If you saw the bridge collapse, descending to the deep,
Would you follow?
If you had to rewatch your life at heavens gate,
Would you regret?
If you knew my touch were poison,
Would you accept it?
If you knew your actions had consequences,
Would you lie with him again?
Then why do you return to me,
And fall down on your knees
Begging for what I cannot give
If you knew I'd say the same,
Scream at you to leave,
Would you go back and treat me that way again?
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
I was told poems mustn't rhyme
Those that do show infantile minds
A child can rhyme two with glue
Or find a metaphor for the sky being blue
Rhymes are easy
Essence is hard
I use conventional flow
As my not-so-trump trump card
Stop. Branch out.
Find the words to reach deep down.
The soul wrencher's
The tear jerkers
The love felt on a whim
From first sight
Unable to project true depth
Just imagery
The easy kind
.
.
.
Stick to the rhymes for now
Best to do what you know how
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Giggle giggle **** ****
chuckle chuckle hard heart.
Lose the formal wording part,
just rhyme with nonsense works of art
**** art
Words are art
Parts of art
Those parts of art seen with your
hard heart
Soften up and see the humour
With a giggle giggle **** ****
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
INSOMNIA 2
All
I
Need is
More
Of the
Sandman's sand
Nodding off to
Imagination land
Good night
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
INSOMNIA
I beat the Sandman
Now I lay in limbo
Sleep set to
Off
Mode
Nobody
Is truly
Awake
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
He started to write once.
A prompt 'Birthday, Christmas, socks I don't miss.
What do you even feel from a mistletoe kiss?'
No poem formed as time escaped him.
No inspiration arrived to complete it.
The prompt remained a prompt,
a point in time to show his arrogance.
He felt too great for the family he had.
As time escapes,
Friends drift
Skin sags
Days drag
Fun has gone.
His family. Gone.
In old age the poem is finished.
'Birthday, Christmas, socks I don't miss.
What do you even feel from a mistletoe kiss?
I'd give anything
to go back to this.'
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
Would anyone who reads my poems (if they have time) please get in touch with some constructive criticism? Any positives or negatives would be greatly appreciated to help improve my scribbles.
Thanks guys!
Grez x
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Taken a hiatus
Unhappy with the latest
Words
Put onto pages
They've not been the greatest
Need a vacation
Find that part that
CAN
Be
Creative
Frustratingly
Average
Make them look
Pretty
Hide they're not
Witty
Ignore they're not
Gritty
Hello Poetry
When you hold a committee
To judge me
Take pity
Before you
Unleash
Your
Critique
Remember I'm only running at
Fifty-three
Percent
Capacity
Creatively
I think I'm due an upgrade
To iron out these kinks.
Plug
Me
In
To
Sleep.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
I'd pen a paragraph
or two
scribble out a
scroll
for
you
the ink pours out this pen
to produce a pretty prose
that's true
hoping
to show my view
my hopes
my dreams
the best for you
don't waste life
heed
this
be true
to you
make mistakes
keep youth's virtue
get a tattoo
in fact
get two
try that awful hairdo
keep your family
close
remember their value
be spontaneous
an impromptu trip
to a beach
or igloo
hug your mother
when
she's blue
learn Kung fu or write haikus
just continue
down your own
avenue
I hope to be there to see
how you grew and take
some credit for the
you
that
is
you
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Yes
You are wonderful
These words were for no one
About nobody
But take them, now they're yours.
Believe them stranger.
Wear an unforced smile, with pride.
Believe those words strangers.
If I make you smile, I guess I'm wonderful too.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC